I wrapped my arms around you and cupped your breasts, hefting them and letting my fingers define your contours. Your breathing got slow as you watched...the housewife slowly strip, and I lifted the front of your skirt to run my hand down and up your leg, ending at your panties which were already damp.The woman doing the massage was rubbing and kissing the housewife's perky bottom now, and I matched her motions by kissing your neck while I leaned you back against me so I could work my finger into. The second guy I noticed was A big burly man. I could tell this guy was a gym rat and could probably bench press me a hundred times. His arms were bigger than my legs. Then there was the All-American guy. He looked like he could have been Mathew McConaughey's brother, with his blonde hair and tall, muscular frame. Finally the fourth guy Looked more like a guitarist for Marilyn Manson. He was white as a sheet and had on all goth clothes with tattoos all over his body. This was quite the motley. I went on my shopping trip earlier and here I sit my purchases laid out before me. I the red rubber pouch connected to the long white tube, a small hard smooth plastic nozzle at the end, the lubricant you requested I use, the butt plug. Though I know that I have several nights before I need to prepare myself for you, I have planned my practice run for tonight. This will give me a few days between the cleanings. I head into the bathroom my purchases with me. I set them all up along the. The adrenalin junkie part of me was thrilled by the res-q-chic gig, but I could see months of boredom between actual jobs. Most likely sitting in some second rate hotel somewhere in some sinkhole country in South America or the Middle East. The down time again seemed pretty awful. I didn't want to trade Helen, Jen and all the rest for some stranger in a cheap hotel.If I had to stay away for half a year, then my choice would be interesting hotels and sight seeing in Europe. Spending six months.